[Intro: Carl Jung]
They all seek their own existence
And to assure their existence against
That complete atomisation
Into nothingness
[Verse 1: Kae Tempest]
My city don’t listen
People come here to go missing
People leave here
But still miss it years later
Its children wear its kisses across them forever
When it screamed at me
I heard its music
When it drew its sword, I knelt
I spoke my first words in its mouth
And I took my first beats from its belt
Keep spinning
Ugly as commerce
Merciless profit, endless ambition
Base rate survival
Current so strong it feels tidal
Transactional life of addiction
Where do you fall in the grand shrinking
Of fully formed person to slim definition?
Sitting in the waiting room
All I can see
Is a room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
(Tree, tree, tree)
[Chorus: Connie Constance]
Inner child, where did you go?
I know you want to know
Is this city your home?
[Verse 2: Kae Tempest]
I watch it flow, the old river
Empty penthouses
But still the lone figure slept out the whole winter
And died before spring
Passersby saw, but felt sure
They were not like him
Life by numbers
Looking for the punchlines
Only getting punches
Crunches in the morning
Lunches in the boardroom
Numbness in the courtroom
About to go under
What’s yours? The money you hoard?
The applause?
Or the dreams that you couldn’t afford?
The photo in the frame?
Five months in, just showing
Or the marks on the wall from when they were still growing?
Is it in what’s left? Is it in what’s gone?
Trying to keep time but the time keeps on
Sitting in the caff trying to work out what we want -
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A room full of drummers, all looking for the one
A room full of drummers, all looking for the one
A room full of drummers, all looking for the one
A room full of drummers, all looking for the one
[Chorus: Connie Constance]
Little girl, where did you go?
I know you want to know
Is this city your home?
[Verse 3]
I’ve got my own mouths to feed
Is the city’s decree
Why should I care about you?
You don’t care about me?
Fiction, faction, reaction, shock tactics
Must increase my presence, get active
Must get some flowers for the grave
It’s band practice at eight, my turn to bring beers
Need to make a new claim, I’ve gone into arrears
Yea, it feels like a lump
But they’re not taking new appointments
Till the backlog clears
Nine million terrified people living
Nine million beautiful lives
Let’s make ourselves pretty and go out in the city
‘Cause the body decays but the spirit survives
The main thing my city taught me
Is every stranger’s holding up more
Than you could ever know
Pushing trolleys down the aisles, in pieces:
A room full of great lines looking for a show
A room full of great lines looking for a show
A room full of great lines looking for a show
A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of drummers, all looking for the one
A room full of drummers, all looking for the one
A room full of great lines looking for a show
A room full of great lines looking for, looking for
[Chorus: Connie Constance]
Little boy, where did you go?
I know you want to know
Is this city your home?
(Home)
[Outro: Carl Jung]
They all seek their own existence
And to assure their existence against
That complete atomisation
Into nothingness
Or into meaninglessness
Man cannot stand a meaningless life